Page 87 of Following Their Heart

Chapter 31

Cora

My body is looseand relaxed from a powerful orgasm. I’ve never had a part of two different men inside me at the same time. It was…incredible. Scrap’s finger and Rev’s tongue thrust inside me while Rev’s face pushed Scrap’s hand against my clit. It felt forbidden, and that made the hotness factor shoot through the roof.

But that was nothing compared to what Rev is orchestrating now.

“That’s it,” he says, “Right between her legs. Just like that.”

Following Rev’s instructions, Scrap stripped off his track pants and settled between my legs. We’re in missionary position, and his penis is hard and ready to enter me. Even though I just came, I’m still aroused. I want Scrap inside me, and I want it bad.

“Now, kiss your sister, son. Kiss her good. But don’t enter her. Not yet.”

Scrap closes his mouth over mine, and we melt together. It’s like a moment ago, when I had my back against him, and I could help seeking out his lips. He’s a gentle kisser compared to the other guys, and his gentleness inspires me to be a little rougher. I open wider to him and make my tongue harder, and he moans and meets my hardness with new hardness of his own.

Meanwhile, Rev is doing something behind Scrap. I hear a click, like a lid being flipped open. Curious, I break the kiss and look around Scrap.

Rev has his eyes on Scrap’s bottom, and his pupils are dark. His mouth hangs open with lust, and I think I know what he’s doing.

If having Rev’s tongue and Scrap’s finger inside me was forbidden, what’s about to happen is going to multiply that feeling by about a hundred.

“Go ahead and enter her, now, Scrappy boy. Take your sister’s hot, wet pussy. Let her swallow up your cock and then hold still for Daddy.”

Scrap meets my gaze. His striking green eyes ask my permission. I nod and encourage him with my hands on his butt. And then he’s pushing into me, and it’s so, so good. It’s a long slide before he’s fully seated, and then he comes to rest with his hard abs kissing my stomach, and his lips quivering over mine.

“You’ve been so good, Daddy’s gonna fuck you both now.” Rev’s voice is strangled, and I know he’s pushing inside Scrap’s back hole because Scrap moans and lowers his forehead to mine. His body tightens like a two-by-four over me.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, concerned.

“Hurts so fuckin’ good,” he says. His eyes flutter closed, and when they open, they’re unfocused.

Wow. It’s one thing to know—you know, clinically—how two men, uh, have sex. It’s a very different—very intensely hot—thing to see it happen. To be involved.

The three of us are joined, and it’s not just physical. Rev’s hooded gaze finds me over Scrap’s shoulder, and I see the depth of his feelings there. He loves us. He loves me.

I love him too. And my feelings for Scrap are growing all the time.

Rev whispers a curse, and then he begins to move.

And it is glorious.

His powerful body plows forward and pushes Scrap into me. Deeply. Completely. Their combined weight makes Scrap into a tender battering ram, and my body absorbs the blows with soaring joy.

Pleasure sings through me as Rev makes love to us both. And when both of my men gaze at me with lust-drunk eyes, I’m lost in a head-to-toe feeling of belonging.

Rev’s body is a taut wire. Muscle and sinew move under his lickable skin as he works. And he is working. Hard. He’s grunting as he pumps, and Scrap moans. He’s working too, but for him the hard part is holding himself still. He is an instrument, and Rev is using him to play us both.

I’m the first to come. I can’t help it. What Rev is doing behind Scrap is forbidden and delicious, and I’m so turned on that I can’t control how fast my orgasm rises up.

When I cry out my pleasure, Scrap’s hips jerk, and I feel him shiver within me. He’s coming, too, coming with Rev buried deep in his back hole.

And then Rev growls and plows forward one final time, and I know from the tautness in his face and neck that he’s coming, too.

My men collapse, one to either side of me, and I melt, limp and satisfied, into the bed.

Scrap stares, blinking, at the ceiling, and Rev gathers me to his sweaty chest. I drag in his clean, spicy scent, and he pets my hair away from my face.

“You okay?” he asks.

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